The Sparrow Couple

When I was a little girl, around thirteen, one day I looked out of my window, fed up with my mundane human life and wrote this poem that still lingers in my memory. I thought I would share it with you today.

Perched on the window Two cozy coats of brown Feathers fluffed up Tails plunged down The sparrow couple

They live on the window Day in, day out It is their home, Their abode throughout The sparrow couple

They bring good luck, Good cheers; they say​ They invoke our spirits​ And vitalise the day The sparrow couple

But when I stare at them My eyes drown in tears My heart gets dotted With hopes and fears The sparrow couple

They live in freedom A carefree life And I am engrossed In material strife The sparrow couple

If I too could fly With them, wing to wing Oh, what great joy Would the blue skies bring? The sparrow couple

But we are so locked In a mesh of vice That their celestial grace Cannot our hearts entice! The sparrow couple

Friendship can be found in the most unexpected places they say. Yet we do not go searching for new friends at airports. Maybe because we are not supposed to go looking for Friendship at all. It is supposed to come looking for us. Am I talking myself in circles?

Let me take you back to the year 2006. It was New Year's Eve. I was on my way to Montreal from Kolkata, India via Delhi and the fogs descended upon us like an eerie curse, shrouding the bustling city of 18 million in a blanket of gloom. My flight from New Delhi was diverted to Mumbai. Huddled together at the Delhi airport, the unfortunate passengers of our flight had no idea what was going on. It was utter chaos. That is when I met her. Devina Kaur. Then pregnant with her first child and radiant with the glow of an impending motherhood, she easily stood out in the crowd. It was an instant connection. As our ill-fated flight to Montreal via Amsterdam kept getting delayed and cancelled, we rang in the New Year at the Delhi airport. Boy, this was hardly the way I was planning to celebrate New Year 2007. Yet, here we were, two days in Delhi, another night in Amsterdam and it didn't feel like we would ever make it back home that time around. But every cloud has a silver lining or rather every fog has one in this case. I found a friend and accomplice in Devina. We tried on chanels and munched on goodies in airport lounges and then before you know it phone numbers and e-mails were exchanged. We went on to coordinate a complaint against the airline and secured for ourselves as well as our co-passengers a nifty little compensation check of a few hundred Euros.

As the years went by both Devina and I went through our share of trials and tribulations; broken hearts, career disappointments, desolation and above all a sinking, unfathomable feeling of loneliness from time to time. We connected on Skype and Facebook to comfort each other as our journeys taught us more than what we had wished to learn.

Today, over a decade later, here we are. Devina is a rising star in her own merit and with her Sexy Brilliant movement she is spreading her love far and wide and across nations. I am proud of you Devina! Unbeknownst to me was her current quest as I embarked on a journey of my own. That of becoming an author. With trepidation in my heart I published my first book "Colour Me Confounded" with stories of the lives and relationships of strong independent women; friendships reminiscent of mine and Devina's. With this, somehow, our paths have converged yet again (though metaphorically this time) as our friendship endures. A classic display of how friendship is bound to find you through the laws of attraction only if you keep your eyes and heart open and unencumbered. With a toast to friendship and powerful women, I therefore rest my case.

It was the year 1990. I was 9 and had just returned to India with my mother after living in Hong Kong for many years. My mother had insisted on sending me to a women's Catholic convent school of Irish heritage. Thus reluctantly, I had walked into a classroom full of wide eyed little girls at Loreto Day School Bowbazar in Kolkata India. It was a hot summer's day and I felt the beads of perspiration gathering slowly on my forehead as I walked into the classroom with trepidation when a room full of inquisitive preteen girls turned their heads simultaneously in my direction to size me up like ET when he stepped off his UFO. I started sweating more profusely and wondered if it was too late to make a run for the door when something unexpected happened. A jumpy little girl with large sparkly eyes and bushy dark-brown hair tied neatly in a ponytail walked up from her seat and grinned ear to ear. She extended her hand and said:

"Hi I am Sakina! You look scared."The creases on my forehead immediately disappeared. I heaved a sigh of relief, took a deep breath and accepted her hand saying to her in return, "Nice to meet you Sakina. I am Poulomi"

That is how I had met her, Sakina Shakir (later Chashmawala), a girl so full of life and exuberance that she could dissipate a tense situation by simply walking into the room. Over time, as I had gotten to know her better, my respect for her had only grown.In a school play when everyone wanted to be the princess or the fashionable female lead Sakina would volunteer to be the cobbler or the barber or the drunken delinquent on the street. Now that is what I call character acting! Expecting it from a 10 yr old is outrageous but Sakina was no ordinary 10yr old. She was a child of amazing grit and character.

We had grown fond of each other Sakina and I. She was my go to girl when I needed someone to play the cobbler in a skit of course but it wasn't just that. She had much more to offer including positivity, enthusiasm and genuine kindness. On a crazy whim I took on a project at age 12 to publish a children's magazine called "Hello Kids", I wanted to form a club with my friends called the "Hello Kids Club" to spearhead this effort. Who was the first member? It was Sakina. Many more peers joined in and together we did the impossible (in our opinions anyway) and published the first and last edition of "Hello Kids".

The memories stuck with us. So much so, that 20 yrs later when we connected (after a long hiatus) on Facebook, Sakina's first words were:

'its been a very long time... do u remeber the magazine that u had made in skool... i still hav it in my khazana...u were one of those special ppl in my life (sic)'

I quote her verbatim.

Her birthday was on the same month as mine, May, the harbinger of Spring. "Happy birthday Sakina" I had said to her for the first time on May 31st 1991."Thank you! You remembered!""Of course I did silly, we are born in the same month, I am on the 13th, you are on the 31st. If you reverse 13, you get 31. You are my image and I am yours you see."Haha"

Since then "Happy Birthday" had become an inside joke. Whenever we saw each other, that was our usual greeting.

Fast forward to August 31 2017, 31 is the opposite of 13 and the opposite of life is death. We lost Sakina the girl so full of life this August 31st due to a tragic accident in Mumbai and here I am writing her eulogy. Never did I imagine that it would end this way. Her memories still fresh in my heart remain indelible.

Author

Poulomi Sanyal is an Indian-Canadian wrter, author of 'Colour Me Confounded'. She is also an Engineer, dreamer and artist who likes to indulge in her wanderlust in her spare time and hopes to save the world from itself.